11-03-2018, 11:11 AM
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He shifted.
The transformation was profound. Divine. This shape was beyond his own magic, and yet he'd spent most of his life in it, loping through their Taiga on paws and guarding their people. It was like coming home. Like half his soul was so close, just at the edge where he couldn't reach. Locked away from him. Caged. But over the years, he'd become this wolf. It had changed him. And secretly, it was devastating to him that he couldn't be himself anymore. This beast was more Ruan than even Ruan was.
This body was his heart, his soul manifested into something real and tangible.
It was too much of a blessing not to feel it rush through him, fill the winter wolf with a radiating warmth. It didn't change that he was near enough to feral now, flying through the air with fur and paws, his fangs bared to attack the other wolf. His eyes shined like blue steel, gleaming with an eager joy. He craved this fight. He craved to sink his teeth into flesh and taste blood on his tongue again. He craved feeling the dull ache of bruises over his body, lick his wounds clean and feel them burn when he stood again.
Had he known this man, had they been familiar, it could've been rough play. It could've been a battle between brothers for fun, to stay sharp.
He didn't know him though. He only knew that the mulberry wolf still stood as Bright went down. Ruan's eyes were wide with threat, lips pulled as far away from his teeth as they could go. A snarl rippled in his throat, and saliva gathered at his jaws. The other coiled back and lunged for him, and Ruan rose up to meet him, tucking his chin to his throat to guard his vitals and putting those bone-bladed fangs forward. He felt sharp teeth clip his lip, bleeding instantly.
With a twist, he dove forward and to the side, reaching to clamp his teeth into the wound already claiming the man's shoulder, needing the blood to coat his mouth and make him feel again. He might have taken on a bite of his own, perhaps a deep one with his armor melted and left behind from the shift to wolf, but his adrenaline was high and he hadn't really felt it yet. He'd enjoy feeling it later.
The winter wolf was too far gone to register that fatal word she'd murmured or the soft distressed cries of her child. Or to even be aware of his precious daughter he'd left in a half-formed shelter.
There was only hunger.</div> </div> </div>
<a href="https://youtu.be/_ubnhgZgsfc"><i>I'm still alive</i></a></center>
He shifted.
The transformation was profound. Divine. This shape was beyond his own magic, and yet he'd spent most of his life in it, loping through their Taiga on paws and guarding their people. It was like coming home. Like half his soul was so close, just at the edge where he couldn't reach. Locked away from him. Caged. But over the years, he'd become this wolf. It had changed him. And secretly, it was devastating to him that he couldn't be himself anymore. This beast was more Ruan than even Ruan was.
This body was his heart, his soul manifested into something real and tangible.
It was too much of a blessing not to feel it rush through him, fill the winter wolf with a radiating warmth. It didn't change that he was near enough to feral now, flying through the air with fur and paws, his fangs bared to attack the other wolf. His eyes shined like blue steel, gleaming with an eager joy. He craved this fight. He craved to sink his teeth into flesh and taste blood on his tongue again. He craved feeling the dull ache of bruises over his body, lick his wounds clean and feel them burn when he stood again.
Had he known this man, had they been familiar, it could've been rough play. It could've been a battle between brothers for fun, to stay sharp.
He didn't know him though. He only knew that the mulberry wolf still stood as Bright went down. Ruan's eyes were wide with threat, lips pulled as far away from his teeth as they could go. A snarl rippled in his throat, and saliva gathered at his jaws. The other coiled back and lunged for him, and Ruan rose up to meet him, tucking his chin to his throat to guard his vitals and putting those bone-bladed fangs forward. He felt sharp teeth clip his lip, bleeding instantly.
With a twist, he dove forward and to the side, reaching to clamp his teeth into the wound already claiming the man's shoulder, needing the blood to coat his mouth and make him feel again. He might have taken on a bite of his own, perhaps a deep one with his armor melted and left behind from the shift to wolf, but his adrenaline was high and he hadn't really felt it yet. He'd enjoy feeling it later.
The winter wolf was too far gone to register that fatal word she'd murmured or the soft distressed cries of her child. Or to even be aware of his precious daughter he'd left in a half-formed shelter.
There was only hunger.</div> </div> </div>
<a href="https://youtu.be/_ubnhgZgsfc"><i>I'm still alive</i></a></center>
